let's see. so far i've done the knife, the rope and the gun.
unless i'm mistaken, that leaves suicide by pills and suicide by jumping.

these are, of course, merely the most common forms of suicide. i COULD go completely Plath on you and do a poem about dying by way of a gas oven, but really, c'mon.
'sides, i hate the woman! well i sorta feel sorry for her, really. not hate. i just cant stand her poetry.


being grounded ensures i come home early EVERY DAY. which is kinda annoying. but nevertheless there ARE, of course, good things to be said for this. for some reason i'm much less tired when i get home early. maybe there's a reason for this. if so, who cares?




~_Fuck it. how'd it come to this?/ Your name inserted here should rhyme.

did anyone actually get that? part of me hopes no, actually. guess it is kinda mean. it doesnt sound like i'm pissed though, does it?
wasn't my aim, anyhow.



just occurred(i spell that right?) that some might wonder why i break my posts up with spaces so much. well y'noe how when u go into some ppl's blogs and there's just text and text and text AND more text? its kinda daunting - plus its a strain on the eyes. so i figure this way's slightly easier.
pray tell :)



played chess with mar today (how many games ah? can't remember already. kannn ni na) she BEAT me (alright alright props to you). once only la, don't get shocked :) but still. 1 outta 3 games. those arent that bad stats actually. it was fun tho. been a while since i played much.


brilliance of a different kind
the sort that ravages a mind
slips inside all of our thinking
pervades our feelings. see us sinking?




self-love is healing. got that straight from the most recently revealed groovy herby dolphin lover :)


friends are friends are friends are friends. but the best are the ones that UNDERSTAND. when to talk, when to shut up, when to listen, when to just be there, and when to leave one alone.
now how rare is that?